Don't Send Me Roses

It's been two months since I held you in my arms. Two months since we professed our feelings for the last time. I understood that AIDS would finally separate us. I knew that. I tried my damnedest to prepare for that.

What I don't understand is what the hell is happening to your roses. It seems like every time I place them here in front of your elegant rose-colored headstone they are scattered all over the place. They look like they have been torn apart and trampled on. What the hell? Is this you? Are you trying to tell me something?

Come on. We have been together for three years. You accepted my little quirks about keeping your meat on a separate shelf from my tofu. How you could eat dead flesh is, was beyond me. I tolerated you being a carnivore. You said you loved how I tended to my rosebushes. I thought you loved my roses. The same roses that I have been bringing everyday since you died. Why are they being destroyed? Why?

Oh, no. What is he doing here? What in the name of all that is good is your ex-boyfriend doing here?

"Um, hey. How have you been doing?"

"I'm holding up. How are you?" I don't like him but I can be polite.

"Fine. Look, David. I know you don't really want me here. I do feel like I'm intruding. I know I'm intruding. But, there's something I've got to give Max and I can only hope you understand."

Great. Let's hope you make a mess out of whatever he leaves you. Let's hope you make a great big royal mess out of all of it.

"Okay. You loved him, too. Once upon a time. Go ahead. Leave him something you think he would appreciate." Can he know you any better than I can?

"Thanks. It's just this bag of caramels. He really loved eating them after everytime we... Let's just say he really loved eating them. There were times I had to stop him from eating them. He could go through a pound of caramel in one sitting. Ugh. It makes my stomach hurt just thinking about it."

Caramels. Caramels?! Okay, let him leave them. I hope you melt them into one big gooey mess. Maybe, that will teach him not to come crawling back to the person he claimed to love so much and then abandon at the time he was needed the most. Let him.

"Sure, leave them. I don't mind at all." Yeah, right.

There he goes. Cocky son of a bitch. How dare he think I would mind him leaving you a present. I mean look what you did to my flowers. Wait a minute, where's the candy? I see wrappers in a neat pile but I don't see any candy.

You sick little masochist. You like that piece of crap's gift better than my devotions. Roses are a waste of time and effort on you. You evil little tramp. Well, just for that I am not only bringing you flowers anymore, I am, also, not bringing you any stinking candy! Tomorrow, I'm going to bury your copy of the Kama Sutra and your favorite dildo, you dillhole, then you can screw your own self for the rest of your afterlife!

Men. They are such pigs.



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